There was also a shared bathroom with those three bedrooms, in Joan Simmons mind there would be no need to share the bathroom with her sons. This led ...o her frequently taking a bath or shower without locking the door, and in many respects forgetting about her sons even been at home. One fateful day she decided to take a shower whilst their eldest son Robert was still at home, as usual she undressed completely in her bedroom and retired by the adjoining door to her ensuite bathroom. Soon she was. “Wow those were powerful ‘shrooms.” I exclaimed in a bid to be amusing.As I regained full focus, I offered “Gandalf the White?”“Oh, you would go there!” the apparition replied.“Well you sure look like him.”“Think, don’t I look like someone else?”“Not really. Gandalf’s as good as I’ve got.”“But a bit fictional. Try again.”“Nope!” as I shook my head.“That’s to be expected from someone as useless as you. I couldn’t expect you to truly believe.”“Are you …” I could not say the name.“Yes, I’m God.. One time the sun was in just the right place that she had her feet toward the pool almost touching the edge while laying flat on her back. Her beautiful mound of pussy fat and pubic hair had me rock hard just watching her lay there while we chatted. I was in the water by this time to hide my full on erection just in case she were to open her eyes and see my trunks sticking out like a tent. She then raised her knees up and spread her legs with her feet flat on the deck. We continued our. I felt her crawl into bed with me. "Youre too rash. Too angry. I know you miss your pa-" "What would you know of loss? Commander?" "I was taken from my mother at birth. I soon found out she had been sent to the gallows. My father killed him self soon after. I was a child, alone, and frightened. I don’t want to have sex. I don’t want love. Not yet. I just want someone who can die for me and I will die for them. Like your older sister. The one you wish you had.." I started crying. "Let it out..